Savina's Second Lesson; Part 1

Position Training for Panties

Savina is generally a good listener. This is a recounting of our second training session. Here is the first (part 1 and part 2) if you want to get caught-up (If you need access to it, just DM me. I’m still learning this substack system and am happy to provide access.)

Savina stood in her inspection position in the center of the room. I had placed a piece of red tape on the hard wooden floor to show her where to stand. Without being told, she had taken up her position with her toes on the tape. Her arms were behind her back, bent at the elbow so that her lower arms crossed at her lower back. This caused an arch in her back which served to both push out her chest and tilt her pelvis forward to lift up her ass. Her chin was slightly raised and her gaze forward and unfocused. She wore nothing this time except for the training collar that I had given her last time. She also wore no makeup this time. I won’t say that she was prettier without the makeup, but she was still very pretty. Her light-green eyes still shown bright and big, if not as pronounced, and I noticed her nose more. It was small and rounded at the end, a soft contrast to the high cheekbones and jaw that pulled down sharply to a narrow chin on her small face.

I stood and approached her from behind my heavy wooden desk. The room was well lit by the sun this time of the day, this time of the year. I took slow, measured steps and walked around her with my ratan cane in one hand, running it across different parts of her body. While it was required of the position, I felt like she stuck her chest out more than was necessary. She was very proud of her tits. They were large for her small frame but not obscenely so. She worked in marketing and told me that she bought them with the bonus from her first successful project. Her nipples were small, but she had none-the-less pierced. They were pierced with diamond studs on each end. She had not worn any for her last training session. I ran the cane over her chest and tits and tapped it lightly on the piercings to a slight flinch.

I continued my tour around her body. She’d been in the sun, or more likely a tanning bed, since she’d last visited, which produced tan lines where her swimsuit bottoms were. There was not much for lines in the front and even less in the back. I approached and ran my hand down the front of her belly and found that she had returned with a smooth pussy. She had once told me that she hated her own body hair, that it grew out at strange angles and inconsistent colors. This was quickly followed by her reassuring me that she loved it on men. I can only assume this was true, though I cannot rule-out that she said this only because of my own soft, thick chest hair.

I walked around to behind her, looking at her strong back muscles for a moment before my gaze fell on her plump ass. She did not have much for hips, but she made up for it with her little bubble-butt. I tapped it a few times with the cane, then approached her very close from behind, my head down over her left shoulder, my mouth beside her ear. I touched her only with my right hand, which I slid down her right ass cheek and then towards her exposed labia. I parted them slightly with my index finger and my ring finger so that my middle finger could feel inside of her. Only, I found that my fingers were already slick and that spreading her labia was not necessary to insert one into her.

“Are you always this wet, little one?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said, and moved her hips slightly so that my finger went deeper into her. She moaned and then, “when you’re around.” I took a quick step back and she lost her balance for a second, regaining it just in time for a quick hit from my cane on her left thigh. She jumped. I left it there a moment and slid it up her body so that the tip was under her chin.

“This is not a performance. You are not to placate me. Out there,” I motioned my head towards the door, “is not in here. In here, I have different expectations of you. In here, you are training to be my perfect slave. My version of perfection requires honesty and obedience from you. This is my world, our world, with our rules and our games. Your honest submission is more than enough for my ego. You will not feed my ego in that way any further. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. I removed the cane and slapped it across her right thigh, this time. She flinched and stifled a yelp.

“What?”

“Yes,” she said, breathing hard, “I’m sorry.”

“Good, you’ve moved off of the tape. Get back on and let me finish your inspection.” She moved slightly to reposition herself and I walked around her again, running the cane along up and down her legs. She had strong thighs and skinny calves. Her feet were a little larger than average for her height. Her toes were misshapen from years of ballet and other forms of dance.

“For me, I prefer this position as your inspection position and your waiting position. Today, I will teach you other positions that I want my submissive to know. Put your hands on top of your head.” She moved her hands to the top of her head and I stood to the side of her and ran the cane up and down her belly and tits a few times. “Good, like that. This we will call your ‘ready’ position. When I give you commands, I will say your name and then the command. You have not earned a name, yet, so I will simply point at you and say the command until you do. Perhaps you will earn it today?” She smiled.

“Good, now, go to the wall. For lack of a better term, this position is called ‘wall.’ You will put your hands up on the wall, one hand on top of the other, and just slightly above your head. You should be about a foot or two away from the wall. Like in the other positions, I need you to have your legs spread slightly and your hips tilted so that I can see those beautiful puffy labia of yours.” She took the position. I tapped the cane on her thighs and said, “back a little” and then walked around behind her. Her pussy and asshole were on full display. I reached my hand down and ran it over her labia again and slid a finger inside of her. “That’s right, just like that, good girl,” and I continued to finger her as she stayed in that position. She began to moan slightly and her hips began to move around my finger.

“Tell me the name of the positions you’ve learned so far,” I said to her as I slid a second finger inside of her and she moaned a little louder.

“Wall, inspection, and,” she paused. I stopped fingering her and stepped to the side. I placed the cane on the inside of her bent hips and held it there.

“And?” I asked.

“Arms,” she said. I slid the cane quickly up her belly and smacked the underside of her tits.

“No,” I said, “try again.”

“Hands?” She said. I moved the cane around over her nipples and smacked the top of her tits.

“Still wrong,” I told her, then moved the cane to rub up and down on her nipples.

“Head?”

“No,” I said, and hit her nipples with the cane. Her piercings made a sharp noise when the cane connected with them. “But I like that idea,” and I grabbed her by her hair and spun her around onto her knees on the ground in front of me. My cock had already started to grow hard from the proximity of her body and her submission.

“Unzip my pants,” I said, gripping her hair tightly in my fist and twisting her head around.